at last they're here!

the vaider high tops i've been waiting like..... days for. oh yeah... check them out, and all their *majesty*. the best thing i've acquired all year. seriously.



oh yeah, there's also that new 24" imac.

remember, wherever there's a scandal, there's a guy ripley!

TAI TV –noun. stands for The Academy Is... TV. It is a video podcast created by the band The Academy Is.... The band made TAI TV so that the fans could become more involved with what goes on backstage and in the tour bus, etc. TAI TV episodes are now available on the iTunes podcasts. New TAI TV can be seen every Sunday night at 9/8c at The Academy Is website.

they tell me it's the sincerest form of flattery.

i refuse. i mean, i flat out REFUSE to use any other hair dye. this is where i get my swagger from. you will never find a better hair dye anywhere. i've never been happy with the way i look until i found special effects. if nothing else, my hair looks amazing. don't even try to play like it doesn't. to look in the mirror and love what you see comes before any of the stares, the comments, the pictures, or the opinions. i use sfx atomic pink to create the perfect anne-type illusion.

i don't like to feel excluded or strange in that way. called out in public like i'm an attraction on the side of the freeway. it makes sense then that the only people who wanna stop by are the people desperate for a cheap thrill in the middle of the desert. no one of substance would think to look twice. i can see what your about to say behind your eyes before it even occurs to you to say it. the meanings of words start to warp together. every time you say "interesting" all i hear is "different". every time you start a sentence with "i love..." everything goes fuzzy for a second and a "thank you" rolls off my tongue before i can even stop myself. i couldn't care less about what you like, dislike, or what crazy teenage fad your offspring is going through. i promise you that 90% of the 'thanks' i don't mean. i'm not thankful that i have to justify who i am to someone who points out the things about me they're to chicken shit to do themselves. "is it hard dealing with people like that?" "not as hard as i imagine it is for people like that to deal with themselves." you're a coward, and the whole world knows it.




ah yes, i remember it like it was just yesterday and not 3 years ago. ducking into the first L.A. salon i could find and demanding "pink! i want pink! anything so i don't look like them..."

Do you think about me now and then?

right here, in this moment, everything is warm. everything is calm. the light splatters across every wall, and bleeds down every surface. my eyes soak up the bloodbath and i'm as close to peace as i'll ever feel.




this is where my compass leads. on this river. under these train tracks.

maybe one day...

...until then everyone else can blow me. i'm getting sick. fill me full of drugs and put me to sleep.



currently: waiting on frank 'the six-o-clock mailman' to bring me my teal supras.

megalodon is still my all-time favorite.

holy shit dude, that's cool! i'm such a nerd about dinosaurs. it's ridiculous.

and how badass is Dinosaur George? i love how he wears that beige vest like he's actually 'on-site' at some dig somewhere. he's like, the coolest dinosaur expert ever.



i had jury duty today. sucks so soooo bad.

"i can't sleep" is what i tell him. the "next to you" hangs heavy in the air between us.

1. a sufficient lack of restorative sleep over a cumulative period so as to cause physical or psychiatric symptoms and affect routine performances of tasks.

aching muscles
blurred vision
clinical depression
daytime drowsiness
loss of appetite
decreased mental activity and concentration
weakened immune system
dizziness
dark circles under the eyes
general confusion
hallucinations (visual and auditory)
hand tremors
headache
hyperactivity
hypertension
impatience
irritability
memory lapses or loss
nausea
paranoia
psychosis-like symptoms
slowed reaction time
slurred and/or nonsensical speech
sore throat
stuffy nose
delirium

yeah, looks like all of the symptoms check-out.



coincidentally, i do my best writing when i’ve been up for a couple days.

what we did is secret.

i remember this night and this exact moment. i remember where i stood, and who I was with. i remember every detail in brilliant technicolor. i remember the way it smelled and how cold it was that night. i remember the way my veins would buzz and how it felt to be me inside my own skin. this might not mean anything to you, but it means everything to me. the details are mine. if you weren’t a part of it, you don’t deserve to know.

don’t let yourself trivialize the moments you’ll reference later. you need every single piece of the puzzle if you wanna make any sense of the big picture.



i hope this night remembers what i was like.

i wish i could be around stuff like this all the time.

this is one of my favorite places to waste an hour before a show. everything in here is a winner. i bought so much stuff, i almost didn't have enough room in my luggage to bring it all back. gift cards and goodies. they have it all. i almost picked maude up because i thought she was a plush doll. but then she blinked at me and let out a little 'huff', and i nearly tripped over my own feet.

"this too?"
"huh? oh. i must have picked that up by mistake. ...whatever, i'll take that too."



does my skin always smell like sugar? it does right now.

we all know what happened midnight on friday in south carolina. let's just try our best to be respectful. i'm absolutely disgusted by the coverage on tmz. there's no way you could be more invasive with something so private. people are devastated by this thing. it's not mine or anyone else's place to insert a personal opinion right now. obviously i hope they aren't as traumatized as i know i'd be.

Dr. Fred Mullins, medical director at georgia's Joseph Still Burn Center, announced that Travis Barker and DJ AM "are expected to make a full recovery." that's all that matters at this point.




it sucks that my brother and sister have to grow up in this celebrity-soaked culture.

how far would you go?

to save a life. to end a war. to change the world.

SOON.





keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground. we are the revolution.

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that's enough, 20th century fox. that's enough.

i don't know if you've seen the trailer for the 2008 'day the earth stood still'. so check it out. it's pretty bad. this is the original. and the only acceptable version.

i have complete and total faith in hollywood's ability to destroy this movie with a remake. unless keanu reeves is playing a character named ted, i have zero interest in any film he's in. they might as well cast anthony michael hall. that would seriously make just as much sense.

(for the record, excelent adventure was totally better than bogus journey.)


i'm not looking forward to the poltergeist or dark crystal remakes either.

the terror of the force of the air!

so a month into this thing, i only now realize the true nature of this blog. it just another one of my ocd lists. leave no stone uncovered. commit every detail to memory. so i have to include everything. even if it looks like i'm late on things like this. the whitest kids u know is the best thing to happen to sketch comedy since kids in the hall.

i put the action in action sports. (1/12)

dear ryan sheckler, i liked you a lot more before you turned into such a massive whore.

Chaz Ortiz is full fledged pro as of today. he won the fourth stop of the 08 dew tour. this kid's 14, and he makes me so excited for the future of skateboarding.
there's a lot about street skating that i don't like. it could be the seemingly personal bias of the judges that bleeds onto the scoreboard. it could be the overtly competitive attitude of street skaters. it could be the shecklerettes. or it might just not be high enough, fast enough, and dangerous enough to hold my interest for very long. but there's just something about a kickflip frontside boardside/kickflip out, that gets me really excited.

rawr.

probably my favorite sequel since empire or evil dead 2. i dont know that i could pinpoint how or why. it just appeals to me on a very primitive level.


jurassic fight club is an amazing show. what's your favorite dinosaur? inpo, my top 5: allosaurus, barosaurus, stegosaurus, tyrannosaurus, megalodon.

austin was nice.

i got my cupcakes. they're delicious.

haven't had a panic attack in almost a week. working on getting better. i'm pretty ok.

(512)

this is where you can find me today, tomorrow, and two days after that. it always feels good to wake up in a different place and look out the window and see new things. even if your pillows don't smell like home, and the towels are always scratchy. i'm excited to drive through your city and sit in your coffee shops.

spoiler alert: the scene where the duck dies in journey to the center of the earth(1959) always makes me cry. and then they find atlantis and i'm like, 'booyah! redemption!'



if i could see you now, i'd kiss the corner of your mouth and tell you that everything's going to be ok. this means something to someone somewhere.

thought i told you that we won't stop...

the first 10 seconds of this are gold.

this was mildly entertaining the first time i saw it. but watching it again and again, it becomes funnier and funnier somehow. you start to notice things you missed before and reasonable questions arise. why is he spinning in circles? where is he? were there other people around during this? why didn't someone intervene at the 1:00 mark before it started to get boring and repetitive? does he actually believe the words he's saying because you catch a moment of sheer and utter confusion. like he has absolutely no idea what's gong on. is he getting dizzy? 'millions'... really, do people take this man seriously enough to turn out in the millions to vote based solely off of diddy's prompting? how many drugs is he on right now? awesomely bad. aw, i miss you crazy version of puff daddy. i wish you hung around more. we can only pray for some more 'ciroc obama blogs'.


and yes i agree, john mccain IS bugging the fuck out. i would have bet my bottom dollar on john mccain/"mittens" romney in the final round.

pamela took a picture like this.

yeah, so i know the sound is off by a couple seconds. another version i can't embed.

i always wanted to make movies like this. one of my favorites.

my head feels clear under these lights.

i love this city. it's my favorite place to be in the entire world. everything makes more sense in this place. everything is amplified.

keep your hollywood hills. this is the happiest i've ever been.

copyright to me. i took this from 960 feet in gotham's tallest building. if you can make sense of all this i applaud you.